Three Flights Up (Solo live)
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[Verse 1] On the first floor On the first floor On the first floor there's a young girl reeling Her body's numb and without feeling As illusions dance on the midnight ceiling Now she's falling, now she's kneeling [Verse 2] It's almost like she's bowed in prayer A savior she's about to bear She calls for help But no one's there [Verse 3] On the first floor On the first floor people walk the halls But none can hear her desperate calls There is no sound beyond the walls So, to the telephone she crawls [Verse 4] She telephones her only friend The one on whom she can depend But the phone rings on without an end Then rings no more On the first floor [Instrumental Break] [Verse 5] There's a party on the second floor And through the picture window you can see them all They're laughing, and they're dancing Admiring the Renoir that's hanging on the wall [Verse 6] In the master bedroom where the coats are piled high A silent, satin lady thinks of what it's like to die As she dwells on all the years she still has left to face She wonders how she'll ever find someone to take his place [Verse 7] Then suddenly she's jarred by the ringing of the phone Oh, why do you ring now, just when I wanna be alone? She walks to the faucet takes some water from a cup But the telephone stops ringing just before she picks it up [Instrumental Break] [Verse 8] My family was very poor So, I worked hard to be secure And I married one I had to wed Not the one I loved instead [Verse 9] For when I was young my blood ran wild But we stayed married for the child Now, three flights up, I'm all alone My wife is gone, my child is grown [Verse 10] And my daughter leads a useless life I hear she's been a failure as a wife Though she lives just one floor down She never calls or comes around [Instrumental Break] [Verse 11] Step off the platform and onto the train Look out your window and into the rain And watch all the buildings that pass as you ride Count all the stories that go on inside Then ask yourself if it must be this way Should walls and doors and plaster ceilings Separate us from each other's feelings?
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Credits
- Writers
- Don McLean